Lola’s POV

The tile floor felt cold under my bare feet. The towel wrapped around me felt too thin, especially under the stares of Amy and her friends.

Their laughter echoed, sharp and cruel, bouncing off the walls of the pool changing room. My shredded clothes lay on the ground, cut into useless pieces.

My chest rose and fell fast. I wanted to fight back, but the scissors Amy had dropped still glinted on the floor. I stayed still, holding the towel tighter around me, waiting for this to ...